（ very fantastical. a little bit of swashbuckling. she finds herself being wistful — not for the near-death experience, but for the whimsy of the world he paints with his words. she's hungry for anything that's not blood and death and war in a metal box you live in and perish on. ）
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（ very fantastical. a little bit of swashbuckling. she finds herself being wistful — not for the near-death experience, but for the whimsy of the world he paints with his words. she's hungry for anything that's not blood and death and war in a metal box you live in and perish on. ）
we used to race marbles. down hallways.
got pretty good.